On a cool summer Sunday, Mogey and Smush headed into town to pick up a custom-made hat that Smush had ordered from the local haberdasher. They entered the store and the haberdasher, PJ Kickbottom, presented Smush with a brand new cowboy hat made of the finest crushed velvet.
"Hang on a tick," Smush said as he tried the hat on. "This hat is too small!"
"Listen here, Squash," PJ Kickbottom retorted.
"It's Smush!" Smush interrupted.
"Whatever," PJ Kickbottom said menacingly, leaning across the counter. "I made that hat to your exact specifications. It ain't my fault if your head got fatter since you last measured it."
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